Category: POETRY
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Fly Swotting
What is it about swatting flies? Thousands of prisms in their eyes The swot slaps down a deathly swipe Could this end their earthly life? Some buzz away ‘ thank god for that,’ But I prepare another whack, I love to see them squished down flat, With savage blows mortal attack. A few good swipes,…
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Brown Paper Moon – Prosery Prompt.
Kate and David considered a student’s thesis while queuing in the noisy coffee shop. They chatted about her Rimmer Toilet Paper Methodology of Writing.* ‘It’s not a topic Chinese comrades discuss in polite party company,’ he said adamantly. Saucily she smiled back, waiting her piping hot ham, avocado and melted cheese croissant. ‘Sociologically it’s cry…
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Homonymic Sonnet
Holy vest bloody and holey So should I knit or should I sew High above she calls out hi Morning vespers for death’s mourning. Lessons learnt, risks reduce and lessen One mistake can waste all I’ve won. Wait can cause a mental weight Waste calories bulge on my waist. We wonder why we look so…
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A Kinda Sonnet – dVerse
Nudist doing astronomy, Bare arse pointed at the Bear, Wuhan wet market gastronomy Flu pandemic before we flew. Horticulture, a job for vegans Flower blooming in gluten free flour Strolling round in woolen leggings Roses bloom in serried rows. Carriage hearse trots along Hoarse shouts shriek at reluctant horse, Driver whistles a mournful song Rain…
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Shadows On My Mind [Reprise]- dVerse
Weekly I see my past weakly, Wonder if my mind is wandering, Tendering my heart so tender, Ale blots out thoughts from what I ail. Peg thought she’d like to see him pegged. Days flash by in a whirlwind daze. Not Peg to tie marital knot. Whether rain or stormy weather. Beat the drum, I…
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Do We Know What Cats Think?
Do we ever know what cats think? Sitting there imperviously. Lookin’, at you, eyes don’t blink, Then cuddle up seductively. As life changes, all pets pass Food bowl empty but ready for drink. He never was pain in the arse, Gone to dog heaven, what do cats think? I ask the cat in muted tones,…
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Sailing and Pasta
Day dawned, I was ready before it broke, I felt I’d had another stroke, Moving sluggishly I didn’t feel The panorama looked that real. Competing against other sailors If not first, is that a failure? Mostly last, at best in middle, No time for desperate nervous piddle. By race seven, I’ve had enough, In each…
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A Word Not Often Used
It ain’t a word I use that often Could it be my brain has softened With Google and therarus checked I write it off with ‘what the heck’ Casual phone call to my daughter A dad and kid talk as I oughta And then a word so rarely seen A morning jolt, she QUICKENING
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Writing Reluctance – The Joy Of Unfollowing
Sometimes I sit and ponder why, Then grab the swat to whack a fly. The muse has left me, seems perverse Disabling thoughts to pen a verse. Doom scrolling through the works of others Frankly I wonder why they bother Down to my navel I then glance, I’m sat here in my underpants So why…
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Posing Promonade
Against a tree trunks shady rough bark Lithe graceful and so lean Across the grass her dog did bark Indifferent to her lean. Her dog accessory, not a pet, Bought glances to designer clothes Dog’s slobber her hands did not wet Be seen by those you know A different age the wheel still turns Post…